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Updated: May 29, 2025
The lashed wheel groaned and kicked softly, the riding-sail slatted a little in the shifts of the light wind, the windlass creaked, and the miserable procession continued.
The We're Here, under jib and riding-sail, gave her no more room than was absolutely necessary, Disko did not wish to spend a week hunting for his cable, but scuttled up into the wind as the Carrie passed within easy hail, a silent and angry boat, at the mercy of a raking broadside of Bank chaff. "Good evenin'," said Disko, raising his head-gear, "an' haow does your garden grow?"
The men stopped dressing-down without a word. Long Jack and Uncle Salters slipped the windlass brakes into their sockets, and began to heave up the anchor; the windlass jarring as the wet hempen cable strained on the barrel. Manuel and Tom Platt gave a hand at the last. The anchor came up with a sob, and the riding-sail bellied as Troop steadied her at the wheel. "Up jib and foresail," said he.
Between them lay little black specks, showing where the dories were out fishing. The schooner, with a triangular riding-sail on the mainmast, played easily at anchor, and except for the man by the cabin-roof "house" they call it she was deserted. "Mornin' Good afternoon, I should say. You've nigh slep' the clock round, young feller," was the greeting. "Mornin'," said Harvey.
The shadow of the masts and rigging, with the never-furled riding-sail, rolled to and fro on the heaving deck in the moonlight; and the pile of fish by the stern shone like a dump of fluid silver. In the hold there were tramplings and rumblings where Disko Troop and Tom Platt moved among the salt-bins.
The riding-sail was down and the main- and topsail were up by noon, and dories came alongside with letters for home, envying their good fortune. At last she cleared decks, hoisted her flag, as is the right of the first boat off the Banks, up-anchored, and began to move.
Harvey very soon discovered that the We're Here, with her riding-sail, strolling from berth to berth, and the We're Here headed west by south under home canvas, were two very different boats.
"And if that was too much what then?" "Reef it again." "And too much yet?" "Balance-reef it maybe take it in altogether and the jib with it, and get out the riding-sail." "And would you do nothing to the fores'l?" "M-m I dunno with some vessels maybe I'd reef that, too maybe take it in altogether." "My, but you're cert'nly a dog. And what then?" "Why, then I'd try to work her out."
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